November Smile: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

When I saw the crescent moon
Lying on the grayish sky,
It was November smile
Which smeared across
Its tiny face…

Across its golden face
Near the western vale
In the midst of the
Evening breeze.

The stars were distant,
The sky perfectly clear,
The blessings of this dry month
Have embraced the winds -
This quiet air we breathe.

And when next harmattan comes,
Tell its hazy winds,
Yuletide is nigh!